Poetry : A Mortal's Misdeed

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Infested with cockroaches and rats,
This isn't the marketplace for the brat,
The light is dim, all the is evident is the shadow,
And a body that is now hollow.

A deal has been negotiated,
One that is so infested,
With stink and slime,
That is only fit for the grime.

Save your soul for the reaping,
For I am the reaper doing my seeking,
A single ounce of you for a lifetime of glory,
In this life you shall not face another bully.

Hear ye, hear ye,

Let this soul be proclaimed sold,
The highest bigger has been told,
It is now his to mould,
All you'll need now to grow old.

Hows the price for the taking,
One so heavily sought for a simple staking,
Not in a roulette but through a raw deal,
That robs the man from his call.

He is no longer that man that walks tall,
the bidding did his fall,
but a fall in material luxury,
of temporary wealth that vanishes when the body is to bury.

You did your bidding and a bargain so short.

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credit to @zomagic